G.R.O.S.S.

I will preface this by saying--Shut the hell up, Mike!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)

Ok, so last nite, I had this dream where it was me, Emily & Jason at least--Beth and Joel too probably--and we were all on some kind of trip. During one nite of this trip, I met some old, fat, business man...beer gut, silver hair, bad plaid shirts from a golf trip...the whole nine yards. We were all at some sleezy diner near some sleezy motel, and the old guy propositioned me for sex. The thing about it was that I knew *this* guy was actually somehow desirable--he had some sexual knowledge that I just had to find out about. I didn't *want* him--he was a gross old dude, but I was intrigued. So I went with him, but it was on this cart thru a house...kinda like a ride at Kennywood...some cart thing on a track...but I was steering it all over the place and Em & Jay were alternately laughing and getting annoyed. We fell off the track inside the kitchen...then the old guy was annoyed. I don't know where it ended, but fortunately I woke up before the sex.